𝑅𝑜𝓈𝒶𝒷𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶

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"Be glad when I destroy you, rebel boy" I retell from last night.

"I said 'Be glad when I destroy, rebel boy'!" I say it again, maybe I even yelled it?

"BE GLAD WHEN I DESTROY YOU, REBEL BOY" I shout it from the top of my lungs now.

"REBEL BOY!" I scream it at their faces

"Do you guys hear me?" I say, then pressing my face into my silk pillow before I start screaming into it.

"I'm literally stressing, why are you guys so quiet!" I yell, feeling all the rage in my body ignite with all my thoughts and all my memories from last night.

Melanie and Veronica are sitting there, staying silent and doing nothing when I'm literally mentally broken after what happened yesterday. He basically tried to be Prince Charming but failed because what he did was making me want to marry the villain and kick his balls for being a fucking try-hard. He is driving me ballistic, without even being near me, just knowing that he breathes, eats, drinks, showers, and works, just knowing that he lives, annoys the crap out of me. Knowing that he lives on the same earth and universe as me bothers me so much, I can't seem to get any sleep at night, I can't work on my clients and I can't stop thinking of him. He's stuck in my mind like he owns it and it kills me.

"Well you were drunk, right?" Veronica asks in an unsure voice as Melanie joins with plenty of "mhm"s and nods. Melanie tries to touch me but before her hands can touch my skin I yell "Don't touch me!" Feeling the fire in my stomach ignite with my blood as the rage in my body burns my organs and blood, making me feel like I'm being baked in an oven. I look down at my fingers seeing myself squeezing the pillow like it's Alex. Oh if only I could just... kill him.

"Rose, there's another way to let your anger out than digging your nails into your delicate swan feather pillow." I hear Veronica say, I turn my body to face them both, Melanie behind Veronica in fear as Veronica is being shielded by a pillow. I wasn't going to hurt them, but I will hurt Alex, hurt him so badly he'll never be able to "save" me as he wishes.

"I'm gonna destroy that bastard," I say, making sure my voice is calm before Melanie pisses herself.

"W-what's the p-plan?" Melanie stutters behind Veronica.

"Melanie, don't encourage her!" Veronica whisper-yells at Melanie, tearing out a little squeal from Melanie as she covers herself with the pink blanket.

An idea hits me right in my face like a train, I look over to Melanie.

"Melanie, puppy eyes, now!" I shout, using both my index and thumb from each hand to turn Veronica to Melanie. The most wide-eyed person, like a cartoon lamb. I know Veronica can't resist these puppy eyes, it's the cutest thing on earth, how could she even deny such a poor baby?

"Drop it, Melanie" she warns Melanie, but I continue and inch her forward to Melanie with my two fingers.

"Pleaseee" Melanie plays along, dragging the letter for as long as her breath lasts.

It takes her a hot second not even letting herself think before I hear her say something I would never be this excited to hear. "I'm listening." and that means "Yes what do you want, I'll do anything you say". I turn her back to me immediately.

"We're going to stalk Mr Castillo," I say, giving her the brightest smile I could ever give. She pulls her laptop out of her bag with a deep sigh.

I look over to Melanie as I see her suddenly asleep on the bed, I assume she got a little bit too tired after doing those lamb eyes or puppy eyes.

After hours and hours, of scrolling on social media trying to find this Alex Castillo, he's not up on anywhere, I even tried Facebook, but it doesn't seem like he's on there either. My fingers keep tapping on the little keyboard on my phone, clicking on the thousands and thousands of fan girl users. But I can't seem to find his account unless he doesn't have one. I've also searched for his phone number on Google Maps, and some other websites that might even be illegal but it seems like there are no traces of him on the internet.

"Okay, I have a list of facts about Alex," Veronica says.

"One, he used to be a model, modeling for famous luxury brands." My jaw drops, letting my mouth fly open as I stare into her eyes with my shocked eyes in disbelief.

"Two, he lives alone with Devon and Nathaniel, his two brothers." My eyes travel around the room as I start to think how much he must adore his brothers to go to a party with them and live with them. If I was him I wouldn't live with my siblings or even go to a party with them, but who am I to judge, I am an only child.

"Three he owns five cars, a black Audi, red Audi, black Porsche, black Mercedes Benz, and a black Bugatti." This time I almost choked on my saliva in my mouth, this man must be rich. Owning five cars, and that's just his, I can't imagine him letting his brothers touch his jewels.

"Four, he goes to this one cafe every day at 10 am buying coffee, according to 280 girls from New York." She continues but all this information has me wondering one thing. "How can he afford all those cars?" I ask Veronica.

"He owns a Motorcycle engineering company." She says Weston Motors is the only motorcycle engineering company in New York City, but it doesn't make sense in my head how Alex Castillo would name his company 'Weston'.

"What's the company's name?" I ask her. She goes on her computer again, her brows frowning downwards before she answers "Weston motors." Weston?

Suddenly the bell rings, I look at Veronica as Veronica looks back at me. Poor Melanie wakes up in fear as she stares at us. I stay silent looking at the door and back to Veronica. We aren't expecting anyone, so who would be knocking on the door?

"It's your house!" Veronica whisper-yells. It could be anyone, who would've thought three adults too scared to open a door.

I push myself up to my feet as I put on my silk robe, my hand connects with my room handle, pushing it down to open the door. I slowly walk down the stairs, not letting it make any sounds. I fear that the person outside the door can hear me, but I'm going to face them either way. Peeing through the peephole, I see no one there. I open the door, making a little crack as I peek my head out, there's nothing there but a box, a pink box, my favorite color. The excitement rushes in my body as I snatch the box and shut the door before I lock it. I run upstairs, with a bright smile on my face, assuming that it's from my mom. Mom always buys me beautiful dresses, in every color from the rainbow, even the color red that I hate so much.

"Rose, what's that?" Veronica asks, but I simply ignore her as I open the box.

I start coughing as I pick up the envelope, my throat being stabbed by millions of needles. I feel my throat burn, burning my mouth and down to my lungs, are my lungs shrinking? My hand forms into a fist, hitting my chest while each hit leads to another cough, and another and another. Suddenly I'm on my knees trying to fight claws, scratching my throat.

"R-Rose?" I hear Melanie ask.

"H-help" I choke out, slamming my palms down on the floor as my hair starts to cover my face. I cough and cough feeling the pain choke my throat in a way I could've never imagined.

"Someone brought lilies!" Veronica yells before she throws the box out of the window.

"C-call t-the" I try to speak but my throat is closing up, my allergies to lilies have been a secret between close friends and family, who could have sent me lilies?

My vision goes blurry as I try to breathe. I feel the pain wrap around my throat harder. The world spins around me, voices becoming muffled sounds that hit my ears. I grab onto something unsure what it is as my touch starts becoming flames that are spreading up my arms, help me, I try to scream, but my voice has disappeared. I'm stuck in a loop where the pain kills me –over and over again– until there's nothing but darkness surrounding me.

꧁ ꕥ ꧂

"You're finally awake," Veronica says, holding tightly onto my hand. I shoot her a disgusted look, pushing my hand away from her grip. My eyes travel around every wall and paintings hanging on them. The boring white walls with frames hanging on each one of them. I look back at Veronica as she greets me with a smile, I remember what happened, I didn't forget it, but there's a part of me that can't recall what exactly happened, what happened after I told them to call the ambulance. I've passed out.

"Where's Melanie?" I ask my voice feeling raspy, my throat drying up with each breath I take through my mouth.

"She's working, uhm– looks like you need water, would you like some?" Veronica says as she brings up a water bottle to my face. I nod multiple times, taking the water bottle out of Veronica's hands like a desperate girl, I chug down the water as if it's alcohol, like it's some kind of expensive substance. The way the water runs down my throat, going in every dry crack in there and down to my stomach gives me my energy back.

"God, I needed that." I breathe out, smiling at Veronica as I see her look at me with her eyebrows flown up to her hairline. A memory from earlier appears in my head, a letter I got from the person who sent me lilies. I search around the hospital bed, trying to find it, maybe I was holding onto it, maybe it's here with me. I need to see what's in it!

"Rose, slow down, what are you-" Veronica says, but I don't let her finish, I interrupt her with a loud yell "WHERE IS IT!" She grabs me with both of her hands on my shoulders as she looks into me. "Where is what?" she asks me, and I push her hands away from me. She tilts her head as she starts looking around the bed.

"The letter!" I shout.

"This?" she asks, going into her Birkin bag, and pulling out the letter.

"YES!" I whisper-shout it as I snatch it out of her hands, opening the envelope, and pulling out a folded piece of paper as I unfold it.

Lilies for the spoiled brat to grow in her backyard.

- A. Castillo

I tear the papers into pieces, letting the ripping sound, mend the annoyance in my body. Anger rushes into me like a bomb, I am the one making his life a miserable living hell, not him, he is meant to see me fuck him up in every different way. If he likes to play that game, then I'll be the player too, I'll beat him up in any possible way until he's the one crawling with his two hands begging for me to stop. This is a warzone and I will not stop until he leaves New York, for good.